Random Pics

hmm

Strangely it seemed so real.

I was driving out to coaldale to pick up my fare at this party. There were trains everwhere and they seemed to be travelling at random places without real tracks and it was difficult to manuevar around them while they were traveling at such high speeds. Once I made it out there it seemed like a company Christmas party. The adults were drinking on the one side and the kids were having fun on the other, playing with each other, just as kids do, but not sexually. OK

So I flag down a couple of guys and a gal and we are headed back to Lethbridge. But it isn’t the normal way to lethbridge. It was a magical mountain road and I was driving on the clouds. I came up to a tight turn on the road and was confronted by a train that was stuck or something. Everyone was laughing and having a good time when I tried to maneuver my way around the train. When all of a sudden it started to back up and it hit me. Maybe it was a semi/train. It was powered by what looked like a diesel tank like on a semitrailer. So this train backs up and hits me as I try to pass it. The female driver of the train, whom was wearing a blue conductors hat and a red collared shirt …. Anyway the front right part of my car was struck by the train which had fuel tanks similar to the diesel semis you see around. I punctured the trains diesel fuel tanks and raw eggs started pouring out onto the cloud road that I was on. Everyone started freaking out and the train driver said “my eggs, my eggs”, I was the only calm one at this point and the collision didn’t seem to bother me and I continued driving, scraping the train with the van on the cloud road and driving over the spilled eggs, which seemed to be everywhere and still gushing out from the egg fuel tanks.

So I get to town and stop at this bar and immediately leave for some reason. I then remember I had forgotten my passengers or they had forgot to pay, I forget. So I start driving eratically down the sidewalk of this brick paved road nearly killing people in my attempt to find my fare. I somehow found them and there happened to be a couple of pizzas and a salad in the back seat, the one guy sat on some of the pizza and squished it real good while the other two passengers were eating a different pizza. They were trying out this new gilligans bar.

Anyway that trip came to an end and I decided to drive downtown to another bar where I was confronted by some protesters that were protesting something or another. They were blocking my way and I considered just driving over them all to get to where I was going when I recognized someone. So I reversed into another vehicle, and kept going on my way to the bar. It seemed completely normal for me to drive right into the bar where a wedding seemed to be going on, before I could make it around the corner of the inside of the bar to where the real action was I was stopped by some dude who said “are you available”, I said yes and asked where he was going.  He said “man, I am so lazy, I just need a ride up the hill you just came down”. I asked how far up the hill and he said “about half way up”. I said sure and noticed on the television that a show was on in the bar. I commented “what are you guys watching the powerrangers”, I immediately corrected myself and said “no wait, it is the ninga turtles”, followed by “actually they look like powerrangers dressed like ninga turtles” and they were plotting some cartoon scheme.

So I start driving through this crowd of people and struggle up the hill due to my poor transmission which keeps slipping in and out of drive, if I was parked it would have looked like some huge animals were fornicating in the car it was bouncing up and down so much, like it had hydraulics I guess. At first the taxi I was driving was a white sedan and this was the first time I noticed from the outside that the taxi was actually a red van, and the liscence plate said “RETIRED” on it, from the previous owner whom I bought the taxi from I suppose. I got them up the hill and these gremlin looking things were trying to attack my van to get a ride somewhere and I sped up and ran a few down while a couple others clung to the roof of the van while I was swerving trying to knock them off. Green blood was spilled throughout the road, and my once white angel looking taxi was now an old retirees van with raw eggs and green blood all over it.

And then I woke up and wrote this about it.

I have already asked the crown prosecutors office for full disclosure for each ticket, which I have not received yet. That will be my first objection as the trial begins if I don't receive the disclosure.
I also plan on filing a motion in order to publish the disclosure information I receive. I am still looking into the process. Not really sure if I have to file paperwork before the trial to file a motion or just bring it up at trial.
I have planned my defense quite extensively and will explain what happens after the trial is over.
For the crossing the center line ticket I plan to claim that it was possible that someone else could have been driving the vehicle because I was not pulled over immediately after the alleged offence (I was issued the ticket as I returned to the vehicle), therefore there is a reasonable doubt that I was not in fact the offender and it could have been anyone driving my vehicle. I also plan to subpoena the officers partner who issued me the ticket so I have the opportunity to cross examine them, which I should discover through the full disclosure.
I have other evidence to present at trial, mostly related to the burnt out headlight.
I can't wait to cross examine the officer and make him feel like a complete asshole. I was planning on questioning the officer on whether or not he is married, the crown would likely object. I would withdraw my question and ask if I have ever had sex with his wife. Another obvious objection, then I was planning on asking why this particular officer was harassing me, prejudice, etc. I figure that he only issued me two tickets so I won't do that, but had he issued me a third I certainly would have felt harassed.
The fact is I like this police officer and he seemed friendly and nice to talk with. I realize he was just doing his job and answered all of my questions respectfully, but that is not going to stop me from defending myself.
You may think this is a complete waste of my time, I consider it an entertaining learning experience.
Tips for Effective Cross Examination of Police Officers In Traffic Courthttp://trafficcourtpros.com/blog/?p=2111
 

The Puker

This guy walked out of boss hoggs the other day and spewed his guts out in the parking lot, I was the only cab around at the time and I thought I should just take off because I knew he would be wanting a ride soon, he had a couple of friends with him and they came over and asked if I could take their friend, I said I didn't have a bag or anywhere for him to puke and was going to say no, they convinced me otherwise I guess, well the guy that puked came over and said he was ok and what not, I said I would take him home and rolled his window down and told him if he had to puke to ask me to stop or just do it out the window, well I guess he got tired of having the window open so he rolled it up, he was hiccuping along the way and every bump we his I though he was going to lose his stomach again, it is nerve racking because I knew he had already pucked once, why not a second time in the taxi? it turned out fine, pretty rare people actually puke in the taxi, I am talking like 0.03 percent of fares or less.

Thanks for the laugh

Someone told me joke and it went a little somthing like this ... a guy walks into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist where the tampons are, the pharmacist directs to guy to where they are, he comes back to the counter with cotton balls and string, the pharmacist says those aren't tampons and the guy says, I sent my wife out for cigarettes the other day and she came back with a can of tobbacco and rolling papers, she said it was cheaper for him to roll his own, so he was returning the favour and she could make her own tampons.

A while back do not even remember who said that, made my night.

Mistaken Identity

I have not posted for a while because this is a thankless blog. I receive far more negative emails and comments than I care to read.

This homeless fuck has been trying to figure me out for the past year and I feel bad for the guy he thinks is writing this current post. I don't exactly understand all of this guys emails but he is a complete fuck up as far as I am concerned. The most current email...

"Marcel Trinkaus stays at the Lethbridge Shelter.
I know because I am there as well but doesn't look like he might be staying there much longer.
Due to him posting something he wasn't.
So if anyone wants to beat him down that's a good place to start."

Yeah you are mistaken, I am not Marcel Trinkaus, and if I was I wouldn't give two shits about saying I am not him. My point is go beat up and kill someone else you piece of shit, tired of your threatening comments not even directed towards me because you think I am someone else.